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Austin Holiday Traffic or why I hate Christmas

So I want to hibernate throughout the christmas holidays. I dont know how to achieve hibernation. Maybe take a bunch of niquil or something. So today I decided to meet my wife for lunch. Foolishly forgetting I was in north Austin and Christmas was in the temporal vincinity. I usually go to thundercloud. After sitting in what I can only term parking lot traffic for 20 minutes I decided to abort. So we came up with a new destination. Anyway 30 minutes later I was finally in some restaurant with 200 other people. If it was only a few days it could be bearable. But like a week or two ago the heater at one of our properties went out. So I wanted to get down there and fix it. And unfortunately I forgot about trail of lights. Somehow I ended up in trail of lights traffic. Trail of lights is pretty cool. Well its pretty cool if you live in Zilker and can walk or bike to it. I have no idea how long it would take to actually reach it. I was stuck in traffic on a feeder road about 3 miles away. So I think next christmas, as much as I love Austin. I am leaving for christmas. Finding some remote cabin and setting up shop for 3 weeks. No one buys houses around christmas anyway so whatever. I'm usually just previewing houses for people for spring, which is really less of something that is useful and more something I do when I get bored. The other thing I'm sick of is Christmas music. I guess the logic is because whatever random store I'm in is like on some kind of cracked out christmas steriods I'm going to buy more crap. Like some wierd peacock displaying its feathers which happened to be constant and repeitious holiday music that is cranked up way too loud. Its not that I hate all holiday music I like the little drummer boy. But shopping holiday music is so hyper and overly bubbly its something that could only be enjoyed if I ate a gallon of prosaic and dressed up in a yellow leotard. So bah humbug. If you were Santa Claus you could put coal in my stocking but your not.

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